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 Senegal and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.