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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Can,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Brick,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.