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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.