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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.