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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.