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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.