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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.