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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.