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 Rwanda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.