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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.