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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Residents to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.