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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Organ,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.