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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 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 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.