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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.