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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Mars to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.