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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.