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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.