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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon 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 techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.