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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.