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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nico to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.