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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.