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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Techniques to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Jandek,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.