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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Slave,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.