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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Velvet Underground 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.