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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.