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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.