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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Monolake,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.