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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.