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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Magma,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.