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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.