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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.