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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.