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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.