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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.