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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.