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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.