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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
PIL,
CMW,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.