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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Can,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.