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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Brick,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.