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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
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.