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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.