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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.