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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.