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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.