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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.