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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.