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 Georgia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.