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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.