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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.