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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
X-102,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.