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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.