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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.