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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.