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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.