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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.