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 Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.