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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.