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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.