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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 American Breed to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Television,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.