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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.