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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.