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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Technova,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.