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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.