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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.