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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Nas,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.