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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.