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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
ABC,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.