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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
The Move,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.