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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.