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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Deakin,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.