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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Index,
The Move,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.