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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.