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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.