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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Doors,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
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.