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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.