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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Japan,
Model 500,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Pole,
John Holt,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.