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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.