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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.