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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 the Germs to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.