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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.