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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.