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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.