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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
The Index,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.