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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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