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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.