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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.