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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.