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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.