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 China 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.