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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
CMW,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.