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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.