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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.