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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 48th St. Collective 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.