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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Wire,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.