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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Scion,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.