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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.