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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
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,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.