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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.