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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.