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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.