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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.