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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.