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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.