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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.