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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.