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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.