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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.