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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the grime 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.