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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.