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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.