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 Comoros 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Can,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.