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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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?
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.