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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.