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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Scientists,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.