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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.