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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.