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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.