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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.