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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.