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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.