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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.