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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Mars,
Rapeman,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.