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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.