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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.