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 Chad and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Can,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry 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.