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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.