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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
AZ,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.