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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.