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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
UT,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.