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 Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 UT to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.