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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.