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 China and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.