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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
The Evens,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.