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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.