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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Monks,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.