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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.