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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.