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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.