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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 June Days to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.