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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.