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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.