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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
UT,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.