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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Scientists,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.