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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.