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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.