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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.