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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.