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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.