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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.