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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.