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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.