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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.