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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.