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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.