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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.