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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep 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?
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Television,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.