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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.