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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.