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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.