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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.