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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 China Crisis 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.