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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.