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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.