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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.