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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.