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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.