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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Fear,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.