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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.