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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.