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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.