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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.