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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.