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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
cv313,
10cc,
Zapp,
Visage,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.