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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.