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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.