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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.