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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.