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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Pole,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.