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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tim Buckley 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.