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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Franke,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.