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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.