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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.