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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.