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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
The Move,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
MC5,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.