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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
X-102,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.