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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.