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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.