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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.