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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.