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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.