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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Nico,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.