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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Magma,
Index,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.