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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.