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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Technova,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.