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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.