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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.