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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.