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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moebius 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Technova,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.