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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.