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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.