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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.