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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.