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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.