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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.