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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.