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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
ABC,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.