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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.