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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.