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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.