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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.