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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Scientists to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.