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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.