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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Can,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.