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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.