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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.