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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.