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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.