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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.