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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Brick to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.