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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.