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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Q65 to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Franke,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.