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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.