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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.