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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.