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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.