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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.