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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.