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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.