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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.