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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.