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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.