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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.