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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.