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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.