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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
a-ha,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.