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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.