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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Organ,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.