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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Normal to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.