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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.