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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.