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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
The Names,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.