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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Index,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.