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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.