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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.