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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.