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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.