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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Technova,
Slave,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.