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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.