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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.