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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.