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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Magazine,
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.