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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.