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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Index,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.