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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.