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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.