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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.