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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.