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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.