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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s 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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.