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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.