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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.