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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.