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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.