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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.