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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.