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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.