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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.