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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
10cc,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.