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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Magma to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.