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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.