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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Lakeside 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.