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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.