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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.