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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.