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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Television,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.