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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.