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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.