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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.