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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.