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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.