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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marmalade 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.