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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 at the first Suicide 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.