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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Sparks,
Visage,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.