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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
June Days,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.