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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.