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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.