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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Urselle,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.