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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.