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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Smiths to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.