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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.