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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
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Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.