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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.