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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Index,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Q65,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Swans,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.