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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pharoah Sanders 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.