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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.