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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.