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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
World's Most,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.