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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.