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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.