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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Al Stewart 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.