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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.