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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.