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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.