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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.