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 Malawi and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
The Doors,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.