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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Crime,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.