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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
The Index,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.