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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Liliput 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.