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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.