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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Magazine,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.