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 Morocco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.