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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.