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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
June Days,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.