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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.