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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
PIL,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.