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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.