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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.