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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.