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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.