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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 10cc to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.