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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.