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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Slave,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.