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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonics to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Magma,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Q65,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.