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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.