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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.