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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.