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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Franke,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.