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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.