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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Nico to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.