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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Gong,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.