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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.