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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.