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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.