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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.