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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.