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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.