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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.