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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.