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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.