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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.