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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.