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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.