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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.