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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.