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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.