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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.