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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.