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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.