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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.