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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.