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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.