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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.