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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.