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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Can,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.