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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.