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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.