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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.