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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.