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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.