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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.