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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.