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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.