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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
X-101,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.