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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.