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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.