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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.