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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.