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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.