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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scott Walker 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.