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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.