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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.