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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
New Order,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.