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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.