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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.