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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.