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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Move,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.