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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
X-101,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.