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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Can,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.