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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.