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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.