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 Congo 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Index,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.