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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.