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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
X-101,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.