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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Crime,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.