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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Television,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.