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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.