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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
cv313,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Interpol,
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.