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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.