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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Slave,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.