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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.