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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.