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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.