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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Delta 5,
10cc,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
cv313,
The Residents,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.