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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.