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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.