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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mummies to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Smog,
Organ,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.