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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Yaz,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.