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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.