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 France and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Index,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.