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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Television,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.