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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.