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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Magma,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.