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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Slave,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.