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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.