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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.