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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.