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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.