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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.