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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Lyres,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.