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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.