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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.