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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.