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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.