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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.