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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.