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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.