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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.