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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.