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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Index,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.