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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.