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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.