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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.