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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.