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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.