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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.