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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Can,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.