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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Technova,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.