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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.