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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Brick,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.