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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.