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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.