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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.