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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The Names,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.