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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.