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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Can,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Japan,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.