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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.