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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.