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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
UT,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.