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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Wings 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.