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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.