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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.