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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.