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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.