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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.