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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.