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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Urselle,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.