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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.