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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.