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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.