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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.