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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.