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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.