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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Ronan,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.