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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.