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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.