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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.