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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
the Normal,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.