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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.