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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.