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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.