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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Soft Cell 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.