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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.