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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 MDC to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.