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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.