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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 June Days to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Scion,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.