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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
June Days,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.