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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.