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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.