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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.