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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
UT,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.