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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.