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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.