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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.