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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
UT,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.