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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.