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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.