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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.