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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.