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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.