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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.