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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.