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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.