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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Happenings to the electroclash 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.