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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.