Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.