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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.