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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.