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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.