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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.