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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.