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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.