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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.