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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Organ,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.