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 Bhutan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Television,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.