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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Litter 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.