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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.