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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.