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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.