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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Fear,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.