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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.