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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.