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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.