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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.