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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.