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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Skriet,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.