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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.