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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.