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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.