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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.