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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.