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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.