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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.